At World's End Poem by Cerulean Celyn

At World's End



I sit with a broken pen in hand
I tell of the dying of the sun
Our dreams, our existance
However short it was.
We lived, I think
We are, ....were
I sit on the edge of what was
And jump off

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Cerulean Celyn

Cerulean Celyn

Los Angeles, California
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